His parents called him son,
My mom called him Herman (his middle name)
Our children called him Pappy
But he was my dad - a mentor, confidant, encourager, jokester, friend, lover of life, and loved me unconditionally. He was also an artist, and in 1995 my Father's Day gift to him was for the two of us to take a painting class together - one of those classes where everyone paints the same thing but they all come out looking different (his on the left - mine on the right). This was the last painting my dad painted and I treasure these two from the class we took together. He ascended to heaven in 1998 and I miss him - but he left a wonderful legacy from a life filled with love.
SOOC
What a great gift and legacy of love to have in your home. Such a lovely tribute to him on fathers day. I know he is looking down with a big smile of approval!